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Discussion in 'Southwest Ohio Fishing Reports' started by fishymcgoo, Sep 7, 2008.
Exactly. When you take kids, you want them to catch fish. Good job putting them into some nice bucketmouths!
farm ponds are great for kids. throw a worm or a minnow out and you are bound to get at least a bluegill. my daughter even caught her first fish with an artificial. the bass was only about double the size as the rapala
...than get a kid "hooked" on fishing. I have two grandsons about the same age (11), and one of them is a wild-eyed fisherman--he wants to go day and night--and the other one really doesn't like it. So when I have them both together (which is every time), and my crazy-for-fishing little guy wants to go--then we go. After all, I love it too--two against one! But I was always distressed at how much the other one hated going...he'd never fish, just walk around and look bored. So I got a flash of inspiration...this last time we went, I told George I'd give him a dollar for every tiny bluegill he caught for me--I use them whole for LMB bait. I specified size, and gave him the rod and bait. I also placed him in a "particular" spot. He was interested in getting money, so he fished--and got me two teeny 'gills, which I caught a nice LMB on. He was tiring by then, so I kept hoping my plan would kick in soon...and it did. He called to me "I'm stuck, Nana!"--but I could tell by the line movement he wasn't stuck--he had something huge. I kept shouting instructions till I got around the pond...then I just coached him--"that's it, honey...rod tip DOWN, George! Let him run, sweetie--OK now take up the slack--quick!..." and soon he was laughing and shouting--and oh, I wanted to grab that rod so bad, I was so afraid he'd lose it--but I knew he needed to bank it himself. And after about 5 exhilarating (tiring!) minutes, he did. Biiiig cat, probably 12-15 pounds. He was delirious, shouting to strangers to come see his fish--he was beside himself with joy. (We got pics but I have no idea how to put them on here). On the ride home, he very solemnly starts telling the fisherman-grandson: "well Blake, see, this is how you get the big one in...", and just yesterday he says to me--"Nana, I think we should go back and see if I can catch that big catfish again, don't you?" And I said "oh, we'll see--if it's nice this coming weekend, I'll think about it." winkwinkwink